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Composition, Arrangement & Layout
ਜਪੁ | Jup
ਸੋ ਦਰੁ | So Dar
ਸੋਹਿਲਾ | Sohilaa
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਿਰੀਰਾਗੁ | Raag Siree-Raag
Gurbani (14-53)
Ashtpadiyan (53-71)
Gurbani (71-74)
Pahre (74-78)
Chhant (78-81)
Vanjara (81-82)
Vaar Siri Raag (83-91)
Bhagat Bani (91-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਝ | Raag Maajh
Gurbani (94-109)
Ashtpadi (109)
Ashtpadiyan (110-129)
Ashtpadi (129-130)
Ashtpadiyan (130-133)
Bara Maha (133-136)
Din Raen (136-137)
Vaar Maajh Ki (137-150)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗਉੜੀ | Raag Gauree
Gurbani (151-185)
Quartets/Couplets (185-220)
Ashtpadiyan (220-234)
Karhalei (234-235)
Ashtpadiyan (235-242)
Chhant (242-249)
Baavan Akhari (250-262)
Sukhmani (262-296)
Thittee (296-300)
Gauree kii Vaar (300-323)
Gurbani (323-330)
Ashtpadiyan (330-340)
Baavan Akhari (340-343)
Thintteen (343-344)
Vaar Kabir (344-345)
Bhagat Bani (345-346)
ਰਾਗੁ ਆਸਾ | Raag Aasaa
Gurbani (347-348)
Chaupaday (348-364)
Panchpadde (364-365)
Kaafee (365-409)
Aasaavaree (409-411)
Ashtpadiyan (411-432)
Patee (432-435)
Chhant (435-462)
Vaar Aasaa (462-475)
Bhagat Bani (475-488)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੂਜਰੀ | Raag Goojaree
Gurbani (489-503)
Ashtpadiyan (503-508)
Vaar Gujari (508-517)
Vaar Gujari (517-526)
ਰਾਗੁ ਦੇਵਗੰਧਾਰੀ | Raag Dayv-Gandhaaree
Gurbani (527-536)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਹਾਗੜਾ | Raag Bihaagraa
Gurbani (537-556)
Chhant (538-548)
Vaar Bihaagraa (548-556)
ਰਾਗੁ ਵਡਹੰਸ | Raag Wadhans
Gurbani (557-564)
Ashtpadiyan (564-565)
Chhant (565-575)
Ghoriaan (575-578)
Alaahaniiaa (578-582)
Vaar Wadhans (582-594)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੋਰਠਿ | Raag Sorath
Gurbani (595-634)
Asatpadhiya (634-642)
Vaar Sorath (642-659)
ਰਾਗੁ ਧਨਾਸਰੀ | Raag Dhanasaree
Gurbani (660-685)
Astpadhiya (685-687)
Chhant (687-691)
Bhagat Bani (691-695)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਤਸਰੀ | Raag Jaitsree
Gurbani (696-703)
Chhant (703-705)
Vaar Jaitsaree (705-710)
Bhagat Bani (710)
ਰਾਗੁ ਟੋਡੀ | Raag Todee
ਰਾਗੁ ਬੈਰਾੜੀ | Raag Bairaaree
ਰਾਗੁ ਤਿਲੰਗ | Raag Tilang
Gurbani (721-727)
Bhagat Bani (727)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੂਹੀ | Raag Suhi
Gurbani (728-750)
Ashtpadiyan (750-761)
Kaafee (761-762)
Suchajee (762)
Gunvantee (763)
Chhant (763-785)
Vaar Soohee (785-792)
Bhagat Bani (792-794)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਲਾਵਲੁ | Raag Bilaaval
Gurbani (795-831)
Ashtpadiyan (831-838)
Thitteen (838-840)
Vaar Sat (841-843)
Chhant (843-848)
Vaar Bilaaval (849-855)
Bhagat Bani (855-858)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੋਂਡ | Raag Gond
Gurbani (859-869)
Ashtpadiyan (869)
Bhagat Bani (870-875)
ਰਾਗੁ ਰਾਮਕਲੀ | Raag Ramkalee
Ashtpadiyan (902-916)
Gurbani (876-902)
Anand (917-922)
Sadd (923-924)
Chhant (924-929)
Dakhnee (929-938)
Sidh Gosat (938-946)
Vaar Ramkalee (947-968)
ਰਾਗੁ ਨਟ ਨਾਰਾਇਨ | Raag Nat Narayan
Gurbani (975-980)
Ashtpadiyan (980-983)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਲੀ ਗਉੜਾ | Raag Maalee Gauraa
Gurbani (984-988)
Bhagat Bani (988)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਰੂ | Raag Maaroo
Gurbani (889-1008)
Ashtpadiyan (1008-1014)
Kaafee (1014-1016)
Ashtpadiyan (1016-1019)
Anjulian (1019-1020)
Solhe (1020-1033)
Dakhni (1033-1043)
ਰਾਗੁ ਤੁਖਾਰੀ | Raag Tukhaari
Bara Maha (1107-1110)
Chhant (1110-1117)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕੇਦਾਰਾ | Raag Kedara
Gurbani (1118-1123)
Bhagat Bani (1123-1124)
ਰਾਗੁ ਭੈਰਉ | Raag Bhairo
Gurbani (1125-1152)
Partaal (1153)
Ashtpadiyan (1153-1167)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਸੰਤੁ | Raag Basant
Gurbani (1168-1187)
Ashtpadiyan (1187-1193)
Vaar Basant (1193-1196)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਾਰਗ | Raag Saarag
Gurbani (1197-1200)
Partaal (1200-1231)
Ashtpadiyan (1232-1236)
Chhant (1236-1237)
Vaar Saarang (1237-1253)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਲਾਰ | Raag Malaar
Gurbani (1254-1293)
Partaal (1265-1273)
Ashtpadiyan (1273-1278)
Chhant (1278)
Vaar Malaar (1278-91)
Bhagat Bani (1292-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਾਨੜਾ | Raag Kaanraa
Gurbani (1294-96)
Partaal (1296-1318)
Ashtpadiyan (1308-1312)
Chhant (1312)
Vaar Kaanraa
Bhagat Bani (1318)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਲਿਆਨ | Raag Kalyaan
Gurbani (1319-23)
Ashtpadiyan (1323-26)
ਰਾਗੁ ਪ੍ਰਭਾਤੀ | Raag Prabhaatee
Gurbani (1327-1341)
Ashtpadiyan (1342-51)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਜਾਵੰਤੀ | Raag Jaijaiwanti
Gurbani (1352-53)
Salok | Gatha | Phunahe | Chaubole | Swayiye
Sehskritee Mahala 1
Sehskritee Mahala 5
Gaathaa Mahala 5
Phunhay Mahala 5
Chaubolae Mahala 5
Shaloks Bhagat Kabir
Shaloks Sheikh Farid
Swaiyyae Mahala 5
Swaiyyae in Praise of Gurus
Shaloks in Addition To Vaars
Shalok Ninth Mehl
Mundavanee Mehl 5
ਰਾਗ ਮਾਲਾ, Raag Maalaa
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<blockquote data-quote="Archived_Member5" data-source="post: 109930" data-attributes="member: 2249"><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'"><u><strong>Amritsar </strong>- 1984 The mourning awaiting a dawn...</u></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">War and battle, nation versus land and brother against man, how they fight</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">It haunts, the weeping of widows of the sleeping in deathless slumber, the walking dead</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Faces once radiant, beautiful and fair, now darkened with sorrow ,trapped in their caves of pain.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Twenty five years later, of a battle long forgotten, It was I who was slumbering as my people were slaughtered</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">In a nation loved as my own. Tortured souls, none listens they tell in broken voices tales of woe too pained to bear</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Fathers, Sons, Brothers and Husbands beaten, battered and burnt alive before their eyes, Dear God what is this.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Raising their little ones in ghettos and slums, where no one dare ask if they are well, fearing the tears that swell, tales to tell.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">From eyes long dead, unseeing and haunted, with visions of such horror, and a pain few have courage to hear</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Heart breaks and it aches, is it not forsaking, to cover our ears than confront abject fears, of ghosts wandering, ghostly.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">They dare not break, on camera, aggrieved, forsaken and tell of their misery, in poverty looted of all they held dear</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">The forgotten ones of the absent Sun, set in their world for gain glory’s for others, of a modern interest</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">How do we live, or rest, when confessed the wailing of a legacy as enslaved as its Land, a heritage, God no!</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">The forgotten ones, not worthy of attention, no consumerist circumvention or social value at all, appal</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Feel my pain, as it bleeds, He said, heart wounded and broken, as our own dejection is echoed far away in other places</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Life is dire, look to the less fortunate, than the better than I’s, Edlers say, but how Father, I have not the strength.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Fear the might of a tyrant masqueraded as a government as others as crooked, relied upon sins for their own transgressions.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">They come in the night, loot, pillage and fright, and neither God, Lord or saviour in sight, they said</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">How do we live, breathe, for tears once wept copiously for holocaust victims, at a time our lights were silently extinguished.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Extremist they said, as they stole and they bled, each soul that dared question their savage brutality, inexcusable</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">In lands of the free, and plenty what bloodlust for the lives, sweat and tears of the hungry and poor, of foreign alien ones.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333"><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Feel Gods Pain, as the rich feast on souls kept impoverished, still lamenting, whilst anguished beings exists in haunted caves, forgiving...</span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #333333">A paryer for the survivors of the 1984 holocaust - May their days be blessed with Peace, Prosperity and Much Love.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face'">Temporarily exorcised for your bold exclusion, Waheguru Di Mehr.. </span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Archived_Member5, post: 109930, member: 2249"] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face][U][B]Amritsar [/B]- 1984 The mourning awaiting a dawn...[/U][/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]War and battle, nation versus land and brother against man, how they fight[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]It haunts, the weeping of widows of the sleeping in deathless slumber, the walking dead[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Faces once radiant, beautiful and fair, now darkened with sorrow ,trapped in their caves of pain.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Twenty five years later, of a battle long forgotten, It was I who was slumbering as my people were slaughtered[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]In a nation loved as my own. Tortured souls, none listens they tell in broken voices tales of woe too pained to bear[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Fathers, Sons, Brothers and Husbands beaten, battered and burnt alive before their eyes, Dear God what is this.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Raising their little ones in ghettos and slums, where no one dare ask if they are well, fearing the tears that swell, tales to tell.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]From eyes long dead, unseeing and haunted, with visions of such horror, and a pain few have courage to hear[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Heart breaks and it aches, is it not forsaking, to cover our ears than confront abject fears, of ghosts wandering, ghostly.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]They dare not break, on camera, aggrieved, forsaken and tell of their misery, in poverty looted of all they held dear[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]The forgotten ones of the absent Sun, set in their world for gain glory’s for others, of a modern interest[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]How do we live, or rest, when confessed the wailing of a legacy as enslaved as its Land, a heritage, God no![/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]The forgotten ones, not worthy of attention, no consumerist circumvention or social value at all, appal[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Feel my pain, as it bleeds, He said, heart wounded and broken, as our own dejection is echoed far away in other places[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Life is dire, look to the less fortunate, than the better than I’s, Edlers say, but how Father, I have not the strength.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Fear the might of a tyrant masqueraded as a government as others as crooked, relied upon sins for their own transgressions.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]They come in the night, loot, pillage and fright, and neither God, Lord or saviour in sight, they said[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]How do we live, breathe, for tears once wept copiously for holocaust victims, at a time our lights were silently extinguished.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Extremist they said, as they stole and they bled, each soul that dared question their savage brutality, inexcusable[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]In lands of the free, and plenty what bloodlust for the lives, sweat and tears of the hungry and poor, of foreign alien ones.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333][FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Feel Gods Pain, as the rich feast on souls kept impoverished, still lamenting, whilst anguished beings exists in haunted caves, forgiving...[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] [FONT=Baskerville Old Face][SIZE=3][COLOR=#333333]A paryer for the survivors of the 1984 holocaust - May their days be blessed with Peace, Prosperity and Much Love.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Baskerville Old Face]Temporarily exorcised for your bold exclusion, Waheguru Di Mehr.. [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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